Good. Could someone ask that Baka to behave. ...

Oh my god, Quatre. God, and Trowa's comment about them not being psychically. Dude, i dont know whether its sleep deprivation or just a sugar high, or maybe even both, but this shit fucking hilarious.

DEAR GOD I THINK I BROKE MY NOSE!

oh crist I squealed nd smacked mymouth shut and hit my nose and it really hur and then vicky was all WHAT HAPPNENED? and I was all a;sdkfjwaogivcmngsirtg and stuff and KWE ohmigod

yea...

I hope I didn't sound like who I thought I sounded like becaue that would be verytragic...very tragic indeed

poor Gboys, poor guys

Hey! It's been like TWO YEARS. We would like more in this life time! _ Pretty Please?

Okay, this is seriously hilarious shit, please update!

Although I grant that Quatre's 'dream' WAS a bit nauseating...

I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.

*laughs* thank you for the story! I really cannot wait to see what happens next! thank you, thank you, thank you! More soon? *puppy eyes* Please?

What the...! You can't stop there! Come on! IT'S 2007 FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD! UPDATE!

You make my life so so sosososo much better. ;) This definitely merits more updating. :P LOVE IT!

Oh! This is such a...This is so...AWESOME! Awesome fic! I really hope you find some inspiration and update soon because this is just too AWESOME! I LOVE it when the g-boys are forced to behave like civilians...Especially when they just can't get it right. And Quatre playing matchmaker for Duo and Heero with Trowa and Wufei as his cupids? BRILLIANT! LOVE this story to pieces, I REALLY hope you manage to update. Scheming Quatre is so fun

I could kiss you. I swear!

Love it. Is it abandoned?

Squiz: Omg this story rocks, its in my faves list already!

Ame: Update please!

Squiz: Poor Duo, that was funny lol! Duo, in Wings cockpit, underwater...nice D

Ame: whoot! Matchmakers! I want Duo, Heero or Wufei to kick the shit into a prep please! )

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